Thursday, August 28, 2008
Love or hate the message, you will hear straight from the man himself without the filter of talking heads.I spend time scrolling through blogs written by people I agree with and last night I watched the speeches on a news network that leans left. I know this. But when it comes to something as important as the presidential race I want to hear the real words without spin. That is why I enjoy debates.
The Republican National Convention begins on September 1st. I will also catch as much of that as I can and will make sure not to miss John McCain's speech. Not because my mind is not made up but because I want to hear him speak straight too.
I am frustrated by the 24 hour news networks endless spin and opining. Can it really be called news at this point? Because of my personal political beliefs I place Fox News squarely at the head of a poisonous pack but I hold all of them in contempt.
To fill their 24 hours of info these stations are latching on to any and every tidbit - true, false or unconfirmed, and lending them credibility. Stephanie pointed out that she has seen headlines on the online outlets of news stations highlighting info gleaned from blogs. Now I love a good political blog as much as the next person but bloggers are not (for the most part) journalists. A news story from a blogger should be on an opinion page and not a lead story. I am beginning to ramble here but I hope I am making my point.
Barak Obama has launched a website to combat the smear tactics that are first put out by fringe lunatics and then given weight when the news networks give it air time. I don't know if John McCain has, or has need of, a similar website. People of the internet, pardon my language, but that is uber-bullshit.
There is an abundance of misinformation on both sides. It is our responsibility as Americans and voters to vet out the truth. Somewhere between Fox News and MSNBC lies a kernal of reality and truth. Vote Democrat, Vote Republican, Vote Ross Perot. Do whatever is true to your conscience but do it with a wealth of reality and truth behind it.
For the record:
- Barak Obama is NOT a muslim
- Barak Obama did NOT attend a madrassa
- Barak Obama is NOT the devil
- Barak Obama is NOT Osama Bin Laden
- Barak Obama is NOT an elitist
Oh, one more thing: when did being a smart and educated person who thinks things through become a liability? Why is that so often portrayed as a flaw for Obama? It makes him an elitist who had no grasp of the lives of "ordinary" Americans. Really? Isn't he an example of the American Dream gone right? And if we are talking about "ordinary" Americans, may I just say that I don't want an "ordinary' American to be President. I want an extraordinary American to be President.
Monday, August 25, 2008
We came up with a plan. Our property would be like India with a caste system. The lower caste eunuchs would live outdoors and be spayed/neutered and left to their own devices otherwise. The high caste royalty would continue to live indoors as pampered princesses and princes.
I know our cat population is ridiculous to many. It could be worse. If you have 20 minutes or so and are in the mood for something completely bonkers, a little bit gross and a lot disturbing, take a gander at this article in the Los Angeles Weekly about two old spinsters and their rats. Really. It will make me and Matt seem completely rational by comparison.
And finally, a little video of Russell and his catch. I must set this up a bit. I pressed record just as Norah jumped in to play scaring the beans out of Russell who was so intent on his mouse that he didn't see her coming. Una watches with disdain.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Sunday, August 17, 2008
In other news, I have been delivering mail in another office to help out while they are shorthanded so I haven't had the time or brain power to post any of the non-Una events of the week. Here are a few subjects that I will flesh out in full upcoming posts:
- Norah is noisy when we try to sleep.
- Norah is stinky.
- Norah farts A LOT. Sometimes poo comes out with the fart.
- Norah worships Russell and has decided to follow his example of peeing on the bed.
- Saw a stray kitten in the yard this morning. Had a mixed reaction as I watched it run away: Aw, how cute plus PANIC. Where are they all coming from?
- The work on the house went forward while I was losing my mind.
- We went to the Southwestern WA Fair. Pics to come but you can look at last year's pics now if you want.
- What is the "Authentic Australian Experience"? (with the subcategory: Kangaroo or Wallaby: You decide).
- Why did some people in Castle Rock think Thursday was a federal holiday?
- It is REALLY hot.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Una got pissed about Norah's existence. On top of that we took her to the vet where she got shots and has since had daily administrations of cold drops put in her ears followed by vigorous rubbing. She was mad. mad. mad. What is a cat to do? Russell peed. Una went one better and broke our hearts. We don't know where she went but she is not hurt and not too dirty or filled with burrs so it can't have been too far. Probably within earshot. I can imagine her sitting in her hidey hole listening to us yell her name until our voices broke with tears. In her warped (and well loved) little mind she probably decided to let us twist in the wind a little longer until we were really wrecked with pain and guilt at not being able to find and rescue her. She decided to sneak back while we slept as if nothing happened assuming that we had learned our lesson. But! Norah is still here and Russell and Lily had taken over the prime sleeping spots on the bed so the punishment is not over. She is directing her residual anger at me. She is lovey with Matt and will rub her face in his beard and submit to a few pets. But not me! I am her person and I am still in the "doghouse"! She won't look at me and she won't sit near me or suffer to be held and loved by me. That is OK. I can wait. She will come around. In a few years. Hopefully.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
- Una has been in a fight, maybe with a racoon
- Nearby to her current location is a barrel filled with liquid
- A man nearby looks to be carrying a gun
- There is an outdoor spray nozzle nearby
- She is either just inside or next to a dark colored outbuilding
- She is across a fence from our property
- She does not think she is on the side of the property with the horses
As a side note, I think I might have found where Norah came from. One of the neighbors has hired hands living in trailers on the property. The hired hands have tons of cats. There was a kitten the same size as Norah. I asked if they had other kittens. She said yes but didn't know where they were. The poor kitten I saw had weepy eyes and a cough. Norah is doing great, gaining weight and looking healthy.
Monday, August 11, 2008
Hopefully Russell and Quinten can keep it together until we get the ladies under control. I am not organized enough to handle any more medications or special feedings.
Do you see any mites?
(no picture of Lily because she is in hiding while she convalesces)
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Not pictured village participant: Kathy who supplied lunches for the crew.
Friday, August 8, 2008
- My beautiful Sister-In-Law Kate
- My friends from high school: Nathan, Melissa, Shantel and Bret
- Laugh til you cry blogs: Cake Wreck and Fail Blog
- Blog of my kindred spirit (even though she doesn't know it so it probably puts me square in the creepy stalker category): Dooce
We gave her a bath Wednesday morning because she is a stinky little thing. It is easy to bathe a kitten. Just takes a little manhandling.
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Norah was acting a little shaky yesterday afternoon so we bumped up her vet appointment from Tuesday to today.
In related news, Una is still mad as hell. She walks around grumbling to herself and anyone who will listen. If I pick her up an the wrong moment she screams and hisses. Lily? also angry. If any cat gets within 2 feet of her she yells at them and throws a punch. Interestingly, Quinten is the only one not spitting bullets. His first encounter with Norah is the only time I have ever seen him utterly confused. He didn't hiss outright like the other three and that might be the reason Norah walked straight up to him and gave him a few little head butts. I can see the wheels of his mind working, "this creature is the same size as some of my prey, and yet, I get the sense that I am not supposed to kill it" - head exploding. Now he spends his time following her around sniffing her butt. It is starting to creep her out. The cat she initially viewed as a potential ally seems more like a skeevy perv. Poor little girl. Of course we are giving her the attention we can but we can't over compensate or that will just make everything worse with the other cats. I am afraid they are all just going to have to tough it out through the adjustment period.
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
By the way, I was going to use the "small town" label for this post but this stuff is also all over Los Angeles so crazy is everywhere.